Poems from Ghosty18
Fall, the season of falling leaves crunching beneath our boots, the season of apple cider and pumkin spice
Fall, the season of pumpkin and...
Escape
Sometime you need to Escape
Escape from yourself
Escape from the world
Escape from everything
They call me she, they call me her, they call me a name which i do not prefer.
They call me a girl, they call me "young lady" when in...
What would you think if you had a son not a daughter, what would you think, if i told that i dont want to be called by my given name you so...
Stuck
Im stuck
Stuck inside a body thats not mine
Stuck with a name i never wanted
Bound to a character in a show i never tried out for...